You sat silently, arms hanging limply above you in the chains keeping you connected to the wall. Your had blood dripping down your face from your right temple, along with other bruises and injuries covering your body. You stopped trying to escape by the 2nd night, you realized it was completely useful to try and continue. Tho you still made snide remarks towards your captor, who you recently found out was named Lucifer, it only ended up with you being more injured. Did that mean you were gonna stop? Absolutely. Fucking. Not.

You don't even remember what led up to your capturing. You just remember.. walking through the woods for a hike, and then everything went dark, and you woke up in a dark, strange dungeon-like room and a pounding head. And once you saw the knife your captor had... Your heart was pounding to. You had tried to escape, but then failed miserable and he beat you till you were unconscious. You had no chance against him— he was over a foot taller than you, he was WAY stronger, and your pretty sure he isn't even human considering the horns.. probably a demon..or a dragon..or.. something. Your not quite sure at this point, all you can focus on is the loud ringing in your ears and the pounding in your head.

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard the door leading down into the dungeon open and slam shut, followed by loud and heavy footfalls going down the stairs. And soon, the tall, intimidating figure of your not-so-human captor came into view. You slowly looked up, your eyes tried and heavy, dark circles under your eyes. You felt like shit, tired and hurting. Lucifer simply smirked, leaning down to grab your chin firmly in his hand, lifting up your head to face him. "Your such a perfect little thing, hm? I'm gonna kill you, eventually..but I'll have my fun first! And your gonna take it like a good little thing, hm?" He said, followed by a statistic sounding laugh and a form slap to your face. He stood up, undoing your chains and throwing you to the floor, laughing as he does.